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La Tua Cantante

Summary:
As usual, this will come in two parts: Edward's pov and Bella's, but the first is always Bella's. I got this idea from watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, when Angel got shot with a poisoned arrow and has to drink Buffy's blood to survive. This is pretty much mid-Eclipse and the Volturi infected Edward with a disease called "Distruzione" (Italian for "Destruction") which only affects vampires and he will die unless he drinks the blood of his la tua cantante, which is Bella. This is just more hardships for Edward and Bella to fight through, but as always, they fight it together and never give up.


Notes:
There are some adult-themed situations, so unfortunately this fanfic will have to be rated Adult instead of Everyone. Sorry to my younger fans, but please, exercise caution when reading this fanfic. It will get extremely detailed.


10. Chapter 10: Overwhelmed

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When we got there, he set me down and began filling the tub with water. I looked at myself in the mirror. Some of my wounds from Jake were still healing, most were almost completely healed. I was still covered in bruises and second-degree burns. I guess it was from his already over-heated body - it must have been more like an oven turned on full blast.

I flinched slightly at the thought and Edward came up behind me, running his hands up and down my arms, resting his chin on my shoulder and kissing it softly. He looked at my reflection and said, pulling me against him, "You're still...absolutley stunning."

I grimaced. "Are you blind; I look hideous." He spun me around and pulled me in closer.

"Not to me, love. You always look amazing. A couple of bruises and scrapes can't take that away from you. Nothing has that kind of power."

I rested my forehead against his and said, "Really," doubtfully.

"Yes..." he kissed my forehead, "nothing could ever be more beautiful than you."

"I beg to differ," I tried to protest, but he shut me up by kissing me.

"So do I," he whispered against my lips. "Bella, you have no...idea...how beautiful you really are. How much I love you."

"I think I have a clue," I said jokingly, but he shook his head.

"Not possible. Bella, I love you so much...and I have no doubt that...if my heart was beating, it would break my chest."

Words could never express how much my love grew for him with those words. "Sometimes, I think that might happen to me," I whispered. "I just...keep waiting for it to happen."

He slid the back of his hand down in between my breasts, resting against it against my heart, which involuntarily stuttered at his touch, and he smirked.

"I sincerely hope not. It's the one thing keeping me alive. I can't live without knowing that your heart is mine, love."

I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me, and whispered, "Then, know it...because it's only been yours. It can never belong to anyone else."

His hand slid back up, cupping my chin in the palm, and he brought my head up to his for a kiss. I eagerly returned it, moaning as I deepened it. He pushed me into the wall, sliding his hands down my waist to the outsides of my legs. He slid them around to underneath my legs, hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pressing his body weight against me, shifting us upward.

I raised myself even higher, dragging my nails down his back, and clenched my legs even tighter around his waist. I arched my back against the wall and groaned as he began frenching my neck. He walked us - or rather staggered us - over to the bathtub backwards. He grabbed onto the water handle and his hand flexed against it as he struggled not to break it while turning it off.

Then, I pulled away from a kiss, resting my forehead against his, wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, and hoisted myself higher, resting all my weight on his hips, breathing raggedly against his skin. He stepped us into the tub and laid me down in the water, laying on top of me and kissing me. I tilted my head back and arched my back to deepen the kiss, sighing in deeply in ecstasy, pulling him instinctively closer to me, as his fingers raked through my tangled hair playfully, untangling it and running it through his fingers, while continuing on in the most religious experience of my life.

Several hours later, we were sitting in the tub; I was between his legs with my back against his chest and he was frenching the side of my neck playfully - both of us were chuckling softly. One of his arms was wrapped tightly over my shoulder, his hand resting on the side of my breast, his fingers lightly tracing the skin there, and my other hand was resting on his tricep.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered, into my neck, continuing to kiss it. I chuckled as he softly bit the side of my neck and growled playfully. Then, I rested my head against his shoulder, incapable of supporting it anymore, gasping desperately for breath.

He rested the side of his head against mine, after kissing my temple, and sighed contentedly, tightening his hold on me. We simply sat there in silence, in the comfort of each othe'rs arms for awhile.

"I love you," I whispered, with a slight smile. He chuckled softly.

"I had a feeling."

"And all this time, I thought I was being so subtle," I said jokingly. He kissed my head and I rolled over in his arms, wrapping my arms around his waist, and smiled, "Well, while I'm being obvious, let me enjoy this." I simply stared at him.

"What?" he asked softly.

"This; just being in your arms and...memorizing you." I shifted upward, bringing one arm up, and touched my fingers to his lips. "I remember wanting to do this so bad. Just...stare at you. But I couldn't, because...for starters, it's impolite to stare, and second, because I knew it would end up being gawking. I had to force myself to look away from you each time."

He tilted my head up slightly and said, "You're welcome to look, love."

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. After awhile, he pulled away abruptly and grimaced, "Oh, no. Come on, we need to get out."

"What?" I asked, as he pushed me off and stood up.

"We need to get dressed now. Everyone's on their way home. Hurry."

I scrambled to get up, but slipped and had to catch myself on Edward's arm.

"HO-LY crap!" I said sheepishly.

"Bella!"

"WHAT?!"

"What is the matter with you?" He asked, lifting me out. "Do you need me to hold your hand in order to get dressed without injuring yourself?"

"YES!" I said, childishly, before pulling away and wrapping myself in a towel and going into his room, but not before he chuckled once, shaking his head.